Morally right thing to do

Kathryn took a deep breath and exhaled through her nose. She really didn’t want to do this. It would be so easy to slink away and leave this woman to succumb to the zombie virus. It was her own dang fault after all for letting these zombies corner her. But when she tried to walk away, the girl’s pitiful whimpers rooted her in place. Kathryn had a chance to save her, and it was her duty as a fellow survivor to try.

Before she could reconsider the very stupid thing she was about to do, Kathryn broke into a sprint, waving her arms and screaming. There probably was a better way to go about a rescue, but Kathryn wasn’t smart enough to think of one. Also the zombies had already pulled down the woman’s pants, and if they got a tongue in her there’s nothing Kathryn could do for her. So she settled for making a big ass distraction and hoping it helped somehow.

It didn’t appear to be working, however, as although the zombies attention was on her they didn’t move. Kathryn tried harder, making more noise, doing everything short of flashing the zombies, but their interest was quickly fading. They had fresh meat right in front of them, the other meat could wait until this meat had been shown the euphoria of the horde.

One of the zombies began leaning down, mouth opening as they neared the woman’s cunt. Shit, Kathryn’s poorly thought out plan wasn’t working. She had already committed to saving the girl, might as well double down and do something even stupider. In complete defiance to her own self preservation, Kathryn charged right at the zombies, hoping to get there before the zombie placed the kiss of ****. Midway there she saw she wouldn’t make it on time. With no other options, Kathryn fumbled for the water bottle in the side pocket of her backpack. Grasping its metal hull, Kathryn wound back and pitched it as hard as she could in the general direction of the undead.

*CLANG*

The water bottle connected with the temple of the zombie holding the woman’s right leg. It wasn’t the zombie Kathryn had been aiming for, but it worked out nevertheless . The zombie let out a low groan as it crumpled to the ground, green blood rushing down its face. As the zombie fell, its grip released from the woman’s ankle, and she waisted no time planting a kick right in the other zombie’s face. It stumbled back, as the woman managed to wrench her ankle from the last zombie’s grasp.

In less than a second the woman was in motion, sliding down the car windshield. She pulled up her pants as she hopped away from the undead, and the second they were up she broke into a sprint. “Come on,” she said, taking Kathryn’s hand and pulling her away from the three zombies, still discombobulated from the attack.